Updated: May 2, 2018
I've been needing to breakup for a loooong time. It's never felt right, but it was easy to just stay. Really easy. I could get in there and make changes in minutes. Sometimes less. I used to play a little game with myself and check the clock on my macbook "I bet I can make these changes in 2 minutes." And sometimes I could, depending on the internet in Central Mexico.
I made a promise to myself. On or before my "art anniversary" on July 6th, I was going to break up.
So I had a few months to ease into it. But this morning there was an email. A notice that a charge had gone through and been paid by paypal. An automated payment. No big deal. I have a few of them set up on my account.
But this one was for 1 year of webservice with my aforementioned relationship. My web host was charging me almost $390 usd for a year of hosting (twice what I paid for the same service last april). For the same below average product.
So here I am. 9 hours later, creating and crafting a brand new site, from scratch.
Hello Wix. Nice to meet you.
Can I buy you a drink?